theme,context,created_at,provenance,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,id,dictionary,work_id,metaphor
"",I've included entire poem,2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""impression"" and ""heart"" HDIS (Poetry); found again ""head""",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"","As when the ancient World by Reason liv'd,The Asian Monarchs deaths were never griev'd;Their glorious Lives made all their Subjects callTheir Rites a Triumph, not a Funeral:So still the Good are Princes, and their FateInvites us not to weep, but imitate.Nature intends a progress of each stageWhereby weak Man creeps to succeeding Age,Ripens him for that Change for which he's made,Where th' active Soul is in her Centre staid.And since none stript of Infancy complain,'Cause 'tis both their necessity and gain:So Age and Death by slow approches come,And by that just inevitable doomBy which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone)Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own.Since then we mourn a happy Soul, O whyDisturb we her with erring Piety?Who's so enamour'd on the beauteous Ground,When with rich Autumn's livery hung round,As to deny a Sickle to his Grain,And not undress the teeming Earth again?Fruits grow for use, Mankind is born to die;And both Fates have the same necessity.Then grieve no more, sad Relatives, but learn;Sigh not, but profit by your just concern.Read over her Life's volume: wise and good,Not 'cause she must be so, but 'cause she wou'd.To chosen Vertue still a constant friend,She saw the Times which chang'd, but did not mend.And as some are so civil to the Sun,They'd fix his beams, and make the Earth to run:So she unmov'd beheld the angry FateWhich tore a Church, and overthrew a State:Still durst be Good, and own the noble Truth,To crown her Age which had adorn'd her Youth.Great without Pride, a Soul which still could beHumble and high, full of calm Majesty.She kept true state within, and could not buyHer Satisfaction with her Charity.Fortune or Birth ne're rais'd her Mind, which stoodNot on her being rich, but doing good.Oblig'd the World, but yet would scorn to bePaid with Requitals, Thanks or Vanity.How oft did she what all the World adore,Make the Poor happy with her useful store?So general was her Bounty, that she gaveEquality to all before the Grave.By several means she different persons ty'd,Who by her Goodness onely were ally'd.Her Vertue was her Temper, not her Fit;Fear'd nothing but the Crimes which some commit;Scorn'd those dark Arts which pass for Wisdom now,Nor to a mean ignoble thing could bow.And her vast Prudence had no other end,But to forgive a Foe, endear a Friend:To use, but slight, the World; and fixt above,Shine down in beams of Piety and Love.Why should we then by poor unjust complaintProve envious Sinners 'cause she is a Saint?Close then the Monument; let not a TearThat may prophane her Ashes now appear:For her best Obsequies are that we bePrudent and Good, Noble and Sweet, as she.",9509,"",3663,"""So Age and Death by slow approches come, / And by that just inevitable doom / By which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone) / Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own."""
"",I've included entire poem,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,•Wow.,"What on Earth deserves our trust?Youth and Beauty both are dust.Long we gathering are with pain,What one moment calls again.Seven years childless, marriage past,A Son, a son is born at last:So exactly lim'd and fair,Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,As a long life promised,Yet, in less than six weeks dead.Too promising, too great a mindIn so small room to be confin'd:Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell,He quickly broke the Prison shell.So the subtle Alchimist,Can't with Hermes Seal resistThe powerful spirit's subtler flight,But t'will bid him long good night.And so the Sun if it ariseHalf so glorious as his Eyes,Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,Buried in a morning Cloud.",9510,Rooms,3664,"""Too promising, too great a mind/ In so small room to be confin'd"""
"",I've included entire poem,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""soul"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"","Shine out rich Soul! to greatness be,What it can never be to thee,An ornament; thou canst restoreThe lustre which it had beforeThese ruines, own it and 'twill live,Thy favour's more than Kings can give.Hast more above all titles thenThe bearers are above common men;And so heroick art within,Thou must descend to be a Queen.Yet honour may convenient prove,By giving thy Soul room to move:Affording scene unto that mind,Which is too great to be confin'd.Wert thou with single vertue stor'd,To be approv'd, but not ador'd;Thou mightst retire, but who e're meantA Palace for a Tenement?Heaven has so built thee, that we findThee buried when thou art confin'd:If thou in privacy would'st live,Yet lustre to thy vertues give;To stifle them for want of air,Injurious is to Heavens care.If thou wilt be immur'd, whereShall thy obliging soul appear?Where shall thy generous prudence be,And where thy magnanimity?Nay thy own Darling thou dost hide,Thy self-denial is deny'd;For he that never greatness tries,Can never safely it despise.That Antoninus writ well, whenHe held a Scepter and Pen:Less credit Solomon does bringAs a Philosopher than King;So much advantage flows from hence,To write by our Experience.Diogenes I must suspectOf envy, more than wise neglect,When he his Prince so ill did treat,And so much spurned at the great:A censure is not clear from thoseWhom Fate subjects, or does depose;Nor can we greatness understandFrom an opprest or fallen hand:But 'tis some Prince must that define,Or one that freely did resign.A great Almanzor teaches thus,Or else a Dionysius.For to know Grandeur we must liveIn that, and not in perspective;Vouchsafe the tryal then, that thouMay'st safely wield, yet disallowThe World's temptations, and be stillAbove whatever would thee fill.Convince mankind, there's somewhat moreGreat than the titles they adore:Stand neer them, and 'twill soon be knownThou hast more splendour of thy own;Yield to the wanting Age, and beChannel of true Nobility:For from thy Womb such Heros need must rise,Who Honours will deserve, and can despise.",9511,"",3665,"""By giving thy Soul room to move: / Affording scene unto that mind, / Which is too great to be confin'd. [...]Thou mightst retire, but who e're meant / A Palace for a Tenement"""
"",I've included entire poem,2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""cabinet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"•I've included thrice: Cabinet, Rooms, Presence-Chamber","If any could my dear Rosania hate,They only should her Character relate.Truth shines so bright there, that an EnemyWould be a better Oratour then I.Love stifles Language, and I must confess,I had said more if I had loved less.Yet the most critical who that Face seeWill ne're suspect a partiality.Others by time and by degrees perswade,But her first look doth every heart invade.She hath a Face so eminently bright,Would make a Lover of an Anchorite:A Face where conquest mixt with modestyAre both compleated in Divinity.Not her least glance but sets a heart on fire,And checks it if it should too much aspire.Such is the Magick of her Looks, the sameBeam doth both kindle and refine our flame.If she doth smile, no Painter e're would takeAnother Rule when he would Mercy make.And Heav'n to her such splendour hath allow'd,That no one posture can her Beauty cloud:For if she frown, none but would phansie thenJustice descended here to punish Men.Her common looks I know not how to callAny one Grace, they are compos'd of all.And if we Mortals could the doctrine reach,Her Eyes have language, and her Looks do teach.And as in Palaces the outmost, worstRooms entertain our wonder at the first;But once within the Presence-Chamber door,We do despise what e're we saw before:So when you with her Mind acquaintance get,You'l hardly think upon the Cabinet.Her Soul, that Ray shot from the Deity,Doth still preserve its native purity;Which Earth can neither threaten nor allure,Nor by false joys defile it, or obscure.The Innocence which in her heart doth dwell,Angels themselves can only parrallel.More gently soft then is an Evening-shower:And in that sweetness there is coucht a Power,Which scorning Pride, doth think it very hardThat Modesty should need so mean a Guard.Her Honour is protected by her Eyes,As the old Flaming Sword kept Paradise.Such Constancy of Temper, Truth and Law,Guides all her actions, that the World may drawFrom her one Soul the noblest PrecedentOf the most safe, wise, vertuous Government.And as the highest Element is clearFrom all the Tempests which disturb the Air:So she above the World and its rude noise,Above our storms a quiet Calm enjoys.Transcendent things her noble thoughts sublime,Above the faults and trifles of the Time.Unlike those Gallants which take far less careTo have their Souls, then make their Bodies fair;Who (sick with too much leisure) time do passWith these two books, Pride, and a Looking-glass:Plot to surprize Mens hearts, their pow'r to try,And call that Love, which is meer Vanity.But she, although the greatest Murtherer,(For ev'ry glance commits a Massacre)Yet glories not that slaves her power confess,But wishes that her Monarchy were less.And if she love, it is not thrown away,As many do, onely to spend the day;But her's is serious, and enough aloneTo make all Love become Religion.And to her Friendship she so faithful is,That 'tis her onely blot and prejudice:For Envy's self could never errour seeWithin that Soul, 'bating her love to me.Now as I must confess the name of FriendTo her that all the World doth comprehendIs a most wild Ambition; so for meTo draw her picture is flat Lunacy.Oh! I must think the rest; for who can writeOr into words confine what's Infinite?",9512,Rooms,3666,"""And as in Palaces the outmost, worst / Rooms entertain our wonder at the first; / But once within the Presence-Chamber door, / We do despise what e're we saw before: / So when you with her Mind acquaintance get, / You'l hardly think upon the Cabinet."""
Conscience,"",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""cabinet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"","The heart is Gods peculiar Cabinet,And Satan knows not what is in it set,Heav'ns a rich Cabinet, where God recondsGlorifi'd Sts. those sparkling Diamonds.",9515,Rooms,3667,"""The heart is Gods peculiar Cabinet, / And Satan knows not what is in it set"""
"",I've included entire poem,2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""breast"" and ""cabinet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"","Soul of my Soul, my joy, my crown, my Friend,A name which all the rest doth comprehend;How happy are we now, whose Souls are grownBy an incomparable mixture one:Whose well-acquainted Minds are now as nearAs Love, or Vows, or Friendship can endear?I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd,Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd.Thy Heart locks up my Secrets richly set,And my Breast is thy private Cabinet.Thou shed'st no tear but what my moisture lent,And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent.United thus, what Horrour can appearWorthy our Sorrow, Anger, or our Fear?Let the dull World alone to talk and fight,And with their vast Ambitions Nature fright;Let them despise so Innocent a flame,While Envy, Pride and Faction play their game:But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise,To pity Kings, and Conquerours despise,Since we that Sacred Union have engrostWhich they and all the factious World have lost.",9516,"",3668,"""Thy Heart locks up my Secrets richly set, / And my Breast is thy private Cabinet."""
"","",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""mirrour"" (""mirror"") in HDIS (Poetry)",2013-08-21 13:55:54 UTC,,Final Two Stanzas," Then, my Lucasia, we who have
Whatever Love can give or crave;
Who can with pitying scorn survey
The Trifles which the most betray;
With innocence and perfect friendship fir'd
By Vertue joyn'd, and by our Choice retir'd.

Whose Mirrours are the crystal Brooks,
Or else each others Hearts and Looks;
Who cannot wish for other things
Then Privacy and Friendship brings:
Whose thoughts and persons chang'd and mixt are one,
Enjoy Content, or else the World hath none",9517,Mirror,3669,"""Whose Mirrours are the crystal Brooks, / Or else each others Hearts and Looks."""
"","",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""soul"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,,"","Luc.Say, my Orinda, why so sad?Orin.Absence from thee doth tear my heart;Which, since with thine it union had, Each parting splits.Luc.And can we part?Orin.Our Bodies must.Luc.But never we: Our Souls, without the help of Sense,By wayes more noble and more free Can meet, and hold intelligence.Orin.And yet those Souls, when first they met, Lookt out at windows through the Eyes.Luc.But soon did such acquaintance get, Not Fate nor Time can them surprize.Orin.Absence will rob us of that bliss To which this Friendship title brings:Love's fruits and joys are made by this Useless as Crowns to captiv'd Kings.Luc.Friendship's a Science, and we know There Contemplation's most employ'd.Orin.Religion's so, but practick too, And both by niceties destroy'd.Luc.But who ne're parts can never meet, And so that happiness were lost.Orin.Thus Pain and Death are sadly sweet, Since Health and Heav'n such price much cost.",9518,Rooms,3670,"""And yet those Souls, when first they met, / Lookt out at windows through the Eyes."""
"","",2010-01-04 20:36:25 UTC,Reading,2010-01-04 20:36:25 UTC,,"","This Carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept,
So that the World believ'd
There was a Soul the Motions kept;
But they were all deceiv'd.

For as a Watch by art is wound
To motion, such was mine:
But never had Orinda found
A Soul till she found thine;

Which now inspires, cures and supplies,
And guides my darkned Breast:
For thou art all that I can prize,
My Joy, my Life, my Rest.
(ll. 5-16)",17613,"",6651,"""For as a Watch by art is wound / To motion, such was mine: / But never had Orinda found / A Soul till she found thine."""
"","",2010-06-21 17:44:48 UTC,Reading,2010-06-21 17:44:48 UTC,,"","How vain a thing is Man, whose noblest part,
That Soul which through the World doth rome,
Traverses Heav'n, finds out the depth of Art,
Yet is so ignorant at home?
(ll. 1-4)",17891,"",6726,"""How vain a thing is Man, whose noblest part, / That Soul which through the World doth rome, / Traverses Heav'n, finds out the depth of Art, / Yet is so ignorant at home?"""